IntensityxDuration=The Force of Impact

Exercising my right  
To feign  
Like a woman  
Also  
Made me  
Good for  
Getting
My ass  
Kicked  
All round  
That  
Studio  
Professionalism  
Wasn’t  
Having  
No mercy  
On me  
Because of  
My size  
Either  
Like a  
Lightning  
Fast stroke  
Of my Mother  
Before my eyes  
White hands  
Imitated  
That belt choke  
One hard time  
(Not a word between her and I)  
Weakening  
Eyes  
Didn’t phase  
Any body part  
That carried the  
Dance  
Combinations  
In your smirk  
So brutal  
Looking  
As if, as if  
I wasn’t  
There and  
Harmless  
Pointers  
Felt  
Very personal  
Softening the  
“Political”  
Learning  
Curve  
For me  
And  
George Krantz’  
Din Daa Daa  
Playing in the  
Background  
Realizing  
Practice  
Wasn’t going to  
Ever be  
As grown as you  
So we  
Never  
Challenged  
Marked  
Excellence  
Again  
Which  
Changed my life  
Profoundly  
Acute  
In knowing  
When to quit  
While there is  
Still  
Some dignity  
Intact;  
Life wasn’t  
Always  
Going to be  
Even  
Quite that  
Temperate  
With me  
And we learned.  
(For that I thank you, Debra; most people, a lot of people don't truly know when they've had enough. The shit women taught me.)